-walks alone-

Someone just kill me. I am lonely already.

Come up, you lingering whore!! Your one twisted little fuck, and you dont wanna get psycho with me!!

-Throws a knife at a wall-

Fuckers.

-Is punching a sandbag in the training court-

-Sweating, he continues to hit harder-

-He falls to the ground after running through the forest, taking a lot of bullets from the enemy-

-The pelican took off without him, as it hovered past him, he reached out for it, knowing he wouldn't be coming home-

-He finally fell down, and stopped breathing-

-His helmet lays beside him, the visor cracked. His gun still in his hand, now empty-

-Wakes up, still bleeding-

-runs through the streets-

((Been a long time. But I'm back.))

"Feels like only yesterday I was with my Unit during deployment in that God forsaken war zone..."

"I'm a product of my anger. They wanted a killer, they got one." ●Not a new account. ●Not new to RP. ●Multi-Verse. ●Character Switch. ●ODST. ●Special Operations. ●Obsessed with sharp objects. All Retweets are appreciated.

"Spectre to all Zulu Four Niner personnel. Respond immediately."

"Easy, knuckle head..."

"There's no firing pin in this thing."